The last thing I saw was my alarm clock flashing 12:07. Before she pusheher long rotten nails through my chest. Her other hand muffling my screams.
I sat bolt upright, relieved it was only a dream. But as I looked at my alarm clock it read 12:06.
...
I heard my closet door creak open.
YOU ARE READING
There's No Internet
Horror*cringe* There's No Internet is just a short "horror" stories book, but it's not really scary ya know.
